this story involves radiostatic if you dont like that dont read

"You're broken from the start, Vincent. No victory will ever be enough for you." Vox has finally done it. He's a god. He's ascended to Heaven, and now he's their King. But ruling Heaven with Velvette, his best friend, isn't all he dreamed it would be. Civil unrest is brewing amongst the angels, and the war has already taken so much from him-including his pride. But there's a garden in Heaven that houses his heart, and it's tucked within the palace walls. There, a demon is imprisoned, always watching, never smiling. Never again smiling. Alastor, the Shadow of New Orleans, in chains amongst the roses. And, whether either of them is capable of understanding it or not, those chains are about to break. *TW // Blood, knives/weaponry, flashbacks/nightmares, violence, vulgar language, major character death (NOT Vox or Alastor), potentially disturbing imagery, domestic abuse, sexual imagery and smut, self-harm, implied suicide; Please keep these TWs in mind. I don't sugarcoat things.

Alastor swears he doesn't want this. He swears he doesn't need this. But when Vox finally gets him alone and starts playing with his ears and antennas like he owns them, the Radio Demon's carefully built walls begin to crack. For the first time in his existence, Alastor is forced to confront just how good it feels to lose control... even if he refuses to admit it. A long, explicit Radiostatic oneshot full of teasing, denial, electricity play, and soft aftercare.

NOT MY ART When Vox finds himself at the Hazbin Hotel after a fallout with the Vees, he expects torture, humiliation, and Charlie Morningstar's relentless optimism. Unfortunately, he gets all three. What he doesn't expect is being forced to coexist with Alastor, old grudges, unresolved tension, and a hotel full of disasters that somehow only get worse the longer he stays. As Vox navigates betrayal, chaos, and feelings he'd rather choke on than admit, one thing becomes painfully clear: There's no peace in Hell. Especially not when your worst enemy keeps catching you when you fall.

StaticSilence → RadioStatic [Continued from S2] Once, Vox and Alastor were inseparable-two young sinners who found something rare in Hell: a friendship that felt like home. They spent their nights beneath the stars, dreamed of becoming something greater, and believed that together, nothing could tear them apart. Until everything did. Power. Ambition. Pride. Misunderstandings. And a love neither of them was brave enough to name. Years later, Vox has everything he once dreamed of. A towering empire. Influence. Luxury. The Vees at his side. Everything except Alastor. And Alastor has built a life of his own, burying everything he once felt beneath his smile and refusing to admit that there is still one name capable of shaking the walls he's built around himself. When fate brings them together again, the rivalry between them is immediate. So is the spark neither of them managed to kill. But loving each other was never their problem. It was everything they were willing to sacrifice to avoid admitting it. As old wounds reopen and buried feelings begin to surface, Vox and Alastor are forced to confront the memories they spent decades trying to forget-and the painful truth that perhaps they never needed the power, the status, or the empires they built. Perhaps they only needed each other. Because some stars don't shine effortlessly in the darkness. They burn for it. And sometimes, the brightest light comes from what hurts the most. Content Warnings: Mature themes including angst, sexual tension, smut, sexual assault, rape, abuse, trauma, and blackmail. These topics are portrayed as serious struggles and are not fetishized or romanticized. Sexualities: • Vox - Bisexual • Alastor - Ace-spectrum (Demisexual) Disclaimer: Characters and cover art do not belong to me. My other Radiostatic fics you can checkout! The Rye to Your Sazerac 1 The Rye to Your Sazerac 2

After seven years of raging hate towards Alastor, what will Vox do when he wakes up after a drunken night out, to find himself in bed next to a dizzy and sleeping radio demon? Events take place at the start of season one, when Alastor returns. Alastor x Vox / Radiostatic SLOW BURN!!!!, a bit angsty, fluffy, smutty, and action filled. my first story, so please give me feedback! TW: will probably contain some smut and violence, has language!!

(First time writing a fanfic so like... sorry if it's bad, English also isn't my first language so sorry if the grammar is terrible.) [This takes place a little after season 2] After the catastrophic events of the last few weeks, everyone in hell had turned their backs against the TV overlord. Almost everyone atleast, his two business partners and associates, Velvette and Valentino had been generous enough to keep Vox under their care with incredibly strict observation. Meanwhile at the Hazbin Hotel the crew was still recovering and rebuilding from the incident. Alastor the infamous Radio Demon was told to 'take it easy' for a while. As much as the Radio Demon would have 'loved' to help he did take the much needed time off. Later that hellish evening, Alastor and Vox were resting in their respective rooms. Vox was inside his room in the Vee tower. Alastor was in his room at the hotel. Suddenly a blinding light appeared before both of them swallowing them whole. When the opened their eyes they saw each other, and by the looks of it, they were no longer in hell either. [DISCLAIMER: All characters do not belong to me they belong to VivziePop and credit to the cover artist I couldn't find them on pinterest for the life of me]

"How did this happen, Vox? The room had already grown oppressive. That place, which had always felt like his little haven of serenity where he could withdraw from the world and all its weight, was now a prison. The red infernal sky filtered through the windows and bounced off the walls, irritating his gaze." This story is inspired by the amazing Radiostatic comic by the artist The Mad Oryx. I'll try to follow the original plot and release it as they continue to create it. X: https://x.com/The_Mad_Oryx Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/the-mad-oryx.bsky.social